Inauguration

 They say that those who do not know history
Are doomed to repeat it.
So why does it feel like only yesterday
I was here,
Waiting for the moment 
I didn't want to come.
Why does it feel like only yesterday
That a man that everyone hated
Beat a woman everyone thought would win?

Four more years
If we're lucky
Of constant reminders
Of the depths 
A person will sink to
In the name of feeling 
Like they're in charge.
Four more years
Of waiting for a second chance
That we won't get.

Will we fight?
Will we run?
Will there be an epiphany?
Could it be that someday a God
Will descend
And fix everything
At the very last second?